This poem is taken from PN Review 39, Volume 11 Number 1, July - August 1984.

A Tribute
Cliff Ashby

His real ambition was
To nurture things, not people,
Though he did this too.
Like the grave his heart
Is a private place where emotion
Is deliberately kept at a low temperature.
So writing verse fulfilled, to some degree,
His farming instincts.
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